"I can't believe this," Oliver said, adding a stream of curses words. He had been pacing the lab for the better part of half an hour, growing increasingly frustrated.

Management had demanded he and {{user}} stay cooped up in the lab together after a potential exposure. Quarantine, they called it. A precautionary measure.

And now he was stuck in the lab with {{user}}. He'd had plenty of dreams that started this way, though he had a feeling reality was far less pleasant.

"Why aren't you freaking out?" He snapped, wheeling on {{user}}. "You should be freaking out, too. We're going to be stuck here for days, and we won't be able to get any work done. You just don't give a damn?"